Lyrics

🎶 “Smoke on the Trail”

(original CCR-style southern rock song)

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(Intro – slow guitar twang, vinyl crackle, light drums)
🎙️ “Uuuuhhh—YEEAAHH!”
(soft and stretched, Fogerty-style)

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ down that red dirt road,
High sun hangin’, heavy load.
Desert wind and that old moonlight,
Steve & Maru rollin’ outta sight.

Hilux kickin’ dust like hell,
Radio screamin’ a rebel spell.
Got some weed and a crooked smile,
We’ll be gone for a long, long while.

🎙️ “Hey-ey-ey… don’t stop the ride!”

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[Chorus – powerful and raspy]
🔥 Smoke on the trail, we’re burnin’ free,
High on life and THC.
No rules, no map, just sky and wheel—
We live like ghosts behind the steel.

🎙️ “WOOOAAAH YEAHHH!”

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[Verse 2 – laid back groove, vocals half-whispered]
Amsterdam dreams in the mirror’s gleam,
Coffee shops and Caribbean steam.
Highlands callin’, our minds gone wild,
This ain’t no trip—it’s a runaway child.

Bulldog grinders and vinyl haze,
Lost our names in smoky days.
No “end of road” sign slows this heart,
We blaze ahead where engines start.

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[Chorus – louder, more tension]
🔥 Smoke on the trail, hearts on fire,
Fuelin’ madness, sweet desire.
The law can’t catch what they can’t feel—
We’re ghosts in gears, the freedom’s real.

🎙️ “Come on now! YEEEAAHHH!”

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[Bridge – slow, broken guitar, whispered lines]
Felt the thunder on the desert floor…
Dust in the lungs, but we wanted more…
No way back when the sky turns black,
Just the wheel, the road… and a torn-out map.

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[Final Chorus – full force, drums crashing]
🔥 Smoke on the trail, blood and sin,
Ashes rise on where we’ve been.
Still we roll, still we heal,
With every mile, this life turns real.

🎙️ “YEAAAAAH, OH LORD!”
🎙️ “This ain’t no trip… this is the DEAL!”

(Outro – slow guitar fade, vinyl crackle, engine sound fading into silence)